Money Songtext
von Haley

There′s a new war coming
It lives in the wires of an oven
In the pockets of the jeans that you love and
The hair of the women that you covet

Money, I love it
And I sure can't live without it
Oh, but you got a hole up in your pocket
The size of the lover in your locket


And the skies will all turn violet
And the earth, scared, it is silent
Quiet as a newborn violin
Oh, baby, that′s a new kind of violence

Money, I love it
And I sure can't live without it
Oh, but I got a hole up in my pocket
I got a hole up in my pocket
I got a hole up in my pocket

Money, yeah
Money, yeah
Money, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah